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“You’ve got a couple options as to how you want to proceed forward in your life. Option A, you can return home as Bristol Tullier, tell your story and whatever else and face the people of your community. Option B, you can start all over as whoever you want, wherever you want, doing whatever you want. The choice is completely yours.”

I let his words register. Start over? Be someone else? Anyone else?

“You don’t have to make a decision right now. I just wanted to let you know that you have options. Do you wanna ride with me to the clubhouse?”

I shake my head no. “No. Can I just stay here a little while longer? Locked away inside this fairytale place where the world can’t see me, can’t judge me, and the most beautiful man can fuck me into an oblivion every night until I absolutely have to make a decision?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He lowers them to mine, kissing me breathless.

“I would like that very, very much. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

A quick kiss on my lips again and he’s out the door. I listen for his motorcycle to crank then I listen as the rumble grows quieter until I can’t hear it anymore. With the quiet comes loneliness. I miss him already. What am I getting myself into?

Chapter Six

SEBASTIAN

I’m glad Bristol wanted to stay behind at my place. I need to have a clear head when I get the information everyone’s collected. Fucking her was more than I expected it to be. She likes it rough and that sets off the animal inside me. Now, I can’t wait to fuck her again, pushing her to her limits and exploring the sexual goddess inside her that I know is begging to be set free. Just the thought of her perfect naked body has my dick twitching.

The streets are alive, crawling with tourists and locals making their way to the casinos. For a Thursday night, it’s busy around here. I hated to leave good company, but this must be done. I’m ready to exact revenge for the beautiful girl in my bed. The one who has this infectious laugh when she finds something funny. The one with the most perfect full tits with nipples the prettiest shade of pink. I could stay in bed devouring her for days and I’d still never be done with her. She’s turned me into a fiend for her body.

I zip into the drive at the clubhouse next to Mikey’s bike and kill it. Joey’s seated at the bar with his scotch, grinning like an opossum eating shit when he sees me.

“How was your night?” he asks.

Asshole.

“It was actually a bit better than you planned, dick.”

“Good to hear. Good to hear. She’s a fragile little thing. Quite fucked up in her own way, too. Be careful, Sebastian. You can only play with fire so much before you get burned.”

“I’m not playing with a fucking thing.”

Bosco sets a Corona down in front of me and disappears before I could even speak to him. I guess he figures he would do best to steer clear of this conversation. I don’t know what the fuck Joey’s issue is with Bristol but he’s gonna get a slap in the face if I make her my ol’lady. If she stays around long enough.

I tilt my bottle up and down the beer, leaving only a sip remaining in the bottle. I slam it down on the bar next to Joey, drops of beer splattering his face. I walk off without another word to him, because walking away is what’s in everyone’s best interest. I’m trying so goddamn hard not to let my anger cloud my judgement, but he’s making it difficult.

I’m the first one inside our chapel when guys start piling in. Mo, Reaper, Mikey, Big George, and Slim come in first, followed by everyone else. Joey takes his seat at the head of the table and once everyone is accounted for and all phones are in the box, we begin. Slim starts with the information he’s gathered about that piece of shit scumbag.

“We found a trail he left behind. He’s got some kind of safe house around the Tennessee Mississippi state line. He was able to go underground and off the grid, but not for long. We should have his exact location within the week.”

“Good work, brother. Anyone else?” Joey asks, looking around the room.

No one speaks up from around the table, they’re all just waiting, but for what I’m not sure.

“Okay. Next, we need to figure out who is going on this extract and retrieval mission.”

Joey looks in my direction, a silent understanding that doesn’t need clarification. He knows I’m going to be there and if he didn’t know it before, he knows it now. Our exchange only confirms it.

Big George sits up, straightening his glasses. “Uhh, I should probably wait ‘til y’all get that motherfucker back here because I’ll just as soon kill him. I can’t stand a fucking chil-mo.”

That’s no surprise. Big George is outspoken and opinionated, but only selectively. Child molesters happen to be one of those selective things he can’t fucking stand. I can’t disagree either. I didn’t even think about that scumbag being a chil-mo. I can’t wait to get my hands on him. He’ll wish he never knew the name Bristol by the time I’m done with him.

“I want his last breath,” I say, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

“It’s yours, brother,” Big George says.

“Yeah!” Mikey cheers.

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